My eyes hurt today. I went yesterday and got new glasses, and in a fit of overenthusiasm decided to get a totally different style than I've ever had before. I have made some Poor Eyewear Decisions in my life, believe you me... I've worn glasses that were so unattractive, so unbecoming, so Golden Girls, that if I had digital copies of the photos I would post them just for the sheer amusement of it all. Really.

So, over the past ten years or so, I went very conservative and minimalist in the realm of spectacles. Thin metal frames, rounded-but-not-circular lenses, not especially noticeable. To others, or to me.

I decided, this time, that it was time to try something new and, for me, bold. So I got a pair of dark-framed, rectangularish frames - seriously, words cannot adequately express how completely un-me they are. They seem to suit me; so far no one has stopped, done a double-take, and said, "For the love of God, what happened to your face?" and I'm taking that as a good sign.

But the thing is, I'm not used to having glasses that I can see while I wear them. I find myself constantly aware of the frames drawing big dark lines around everything. I suppose, once it stops hurting my poor eyes to constantly check out this weird thing in my field of vision, it will be a bit like watching television all the time. I can't decide if that will be fun or horrifying. Think of the commercials.

Title is in reference to this video which has become a new and oft-repeated family joke. I sort of suspect that Willem and I find it funnier than the kids do.

I knit. It's an obsession, and I am besotted. But I know not everyone is besotted, and this is not the right place to showcase my projects and, well, natter. So I've gathered up my knitting stuff and put it in its place. It's at http://knittingnattering.blogspot.com, and I'd love the company.